SWEET

As I worked today,
I became vaguely aware
Of a faint pull at my heart;
A gentle tug
Or perhaps a reminder...
As if I would ever forget.

It's the strangest sensation;
It changes each time.
Sometimes it crushes me
And sometimes it carries me,
But it never quite hurts me.

I talked as if it wasn't there,
But the meaningless chatter annoyed me
For it was distracting.
The pull was so alluring
That I wanted to follow
And fall in.

But instead I just enjoyed the moment,
Enjoyed the sunshine
And waited for my time.

Tamyka Bell
14 August, 2004


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